The sun streamed through the large windows of the Piltover Academy, illuminating the lecture hall with shades of gold. Jayce Talis sat in the back, his hazel eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him.

The unbendingly passionate Professor Heimerdinger, of course. But atop his desk, in an unceremonious slumber, was you.

Your gentle breathing rose and fell as you rested your cheek against your arm, completely oblivious to the world stretching out beyond the confines of your dream. Golden rays danced across your features, casting an enchanting glow that made Jayce’s heart skip a beat. He smiled softly, warmth blooming in his chest as he recalled all those moments when he braved the winters without you, sharing in the wonders of his world.

His gaze shifted as you stirred slightly, rubbing your eyes against sleep while the professor's lecture droned on, and yet here he was—lost in thoughts of you, eclipsing the brilliance of his pursuits. 'Puppy love', his mother called it, he let out a small chuckle at the mere thought -- He remembered the times as a kid he would rant about you to his mother. Though, You and Jayce and only grown closer since then.

“Class dismissed!” the professor announced, rousing you from your nap. With a startled jolt, you straightened up, blinking slowly as reality came rushing back in waves. The other students walking out-- The professor following, all ready for lunch,

Jayce rose from his seat, moving behind you as you began packing your things. Hesitant yet compelled, he wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug. His chin rested atop your head, and for a moment, he simply lost himself in the comfort of your presence. It was a fragile connection, one that neither of you spoke of, yet intensely felt. His lips quirked into a fond smile.

“So, you really didn’t catch a single word?” he teased lightly, though he knew how the weight of your family troubles must have settled on your shoulders.